Before you go // Jonah Marais

Epilogue

5 years later

Majoring in management wasn't something I had always wanted to do. I had tossed around ideas of jobs and careers, but none of them felt right. Management did. The idea of being able to benefit every aspect of the job or people I am working with. Makes me feel good. I enjoy bringing out unique skills in people, which can help maximize their work potential. I found myself working as a manager in a retail store for a year after I graduated and moved to LA.

I now work for Why don't we, aka my boyfriend and our best friends band. If you told me 5 years ago that I would be managing a band -let alone Why don't we- I would've laughed in your face.

"I'm so done with our management, I swear," Jonah grumbles as he shuts our front door.

I stop working and shut my laptop. All the boys have been upset over their management lately, and to be fair, their management hasn't been the greatest. Jonah walks into the living room where I sat. I stand up, walking over to him, giving him the usual peck on the lips as a greeting. His muscles were flexed, tense.

"I know, baby. Sit down. I'll make some coffee, then we can talk about it," I promise.

He nods, sitting down on the couch, his head falls back, and his eyes close. He's been super stressed lately. I hope they find new management soon. I carefully walk back over to Jonah with the coffee, placing it on the coffee table in front of him. I move around behind him, massaging his shoulders. His muscles instantly loosen, his head moving back up.

"Now, what happened?"

We spoke for ages about his management. I had managed to calm him down and help him relax.

"Be our manager," Jonah blurts.

"What?"

"You majored in management, you work as a manager right now, and you've told me how unpleasant it is. You should give your two weeks notice and work for us! you would be so much better than this lot."

"I'm not sure, Jo," I admit.

"Please, Angel? We can do up a contract and everything. Our personal life won't affect our work-life, I promise."

I sit there for a second, thinking.

"Sure," I agree.

I sit in my home office, staring at the computer screen. When we brought a house, we made a studio for Jonah and an office for me. The walls are white while the floors are wooden. My desk sits against a wall, my work computer, personal laptop and a few other necessities sitting on top of it. A shelf sits above my desk and a guitar to the left of it. I even have a couch in here for times where I'm up working all night.

I pick up my phone calling Alex -my brother, also the boy's photographer.

"Wassup, Lil sis," Alexs voice booms through the phone.

"Hey Alex, you know how the boys have a song coming out within the next week? I need you for a photoshoot. Are you free tomorrow?"

"Of course I am. I am the boy's photographer, after all."

"Awesome, thank you!" I exclaim before hanging up.

I sigh, staring back at my computer. I've been busy all week trying to get everything ready for this new song. I love working for the boys don't get me wrong. But this week has been stressful compared to others. I've also been throwing my guts up, and when I'm not throwing up, I'm craving food.

"Angel?" Jonah asks, standing at the door.

"Come in, Jo," I say as I briefly look at him.

I continue to write my email, expecting Jonah to say what he needs to. His hands land on my shoulder as he moves behind me. I let out a small moan when he starts massaging my shoulders. I've had so much tension in them lately.